Dean: Because. Demon. That's why, I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon- you go for the Holy Water. You don't chat!
Sam: No one was chatting, Dean.
Dean: Oh? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?
Sam: Because - because she said she might be able to help us out.
Dean: How? No really, Sam. How? How could she possibly help us.
Sam: She told me she could help you, ok? Help you escape the crossroad deal.
Dean: What it wrong with you? Huh? She's lying. You gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is, it's me.
Dean: What else did she say?
Dean: Dude?
Sam: Nothing. Nothing, ok? Look, I'm not an idiot Dean. I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, Hell, we don't know what they want. Now- this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it.
Dean: You're ok, right? I mean you're feeling ok?
Sam: Yes! I'm fine. Why are you always asking me that?
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